Alone lyrics

[Intro: Cash Kidd]
These boys don't know what it take for real
Nah, for real
Ayy

[Verse 1: Cash Kidd]
The hoes, the cars, the cribs, the frauds
The trips, the malls, I got turf on my lawn
I just took a lil' pink thing, don't know when I'm landing
All my b*tch know is "sí, sí", I thought that b*tch was Spanish
Put Chanel on a di*k-eater, don't take them for granted
This an eighteen-hundred-dollar coat, Peyton Manning
Only put my cheese last, when I make a sandwich
Big 40 shoot the blood out this b*tch, Meg Thee Stallion
Be for real, coach the whole city like I'm Joe McFashion
Say she used to go with me, b*tch know she cappin'
He's a wimp in real life, but write the coldest captions
This money, un-breaking my heart, I feel like Toni Braxton
Told her I don't want no kids, left them on her lashes
My dawg start hating, sh*t, I would too
It's ironic how his eyes closed, but he in I.C.U
Red and white Prada bucket hat, feel like Dr. Seuss

[Chorus: Dimitri Devaughn]
Can't get money with everybody
They don't wanna hustle
Feelings been on f*ck everybody
Grind hard from the muscle
I just wanna ball, never fall off
No, no, no, no
One thing I'ma do is chase that bread, fasho
[Verse 2: Payroll Giovanni]
I keep friends friends, but I hustle with the skill
See, skill handle business, friends rarely pay they bill
Living life on my own terms, f*ck how you feel
You ain't real with yourself, so how you telling me what's real?
Lately I've been on chill, closing deals, still get 'em vacuum sealed
I was in the basement, mind on a mansion still
Paid all dues, you n*ggas passed the bill
We lit as sh*t, all them captions real
I was funded with my street money
Now I wake up and buy chains with in-my-sleep money
We see who can blow money, who can keep money
I secured next year with last week's money
Yeah, I'm out of town on the rooftop
1942 shots, toasting to a new pot
She put me on her stories, zoomin' in on my new watch
Don't f*ck your camera up with them blue rocks
Yeah

[Chorus: Dimitri Devaughn]
Can't get money with everybody
They don't wanna hustle
Feelings been on f*ck everybody
Grind hard from the muscle
I just wanna ball, never fall off
No, no, no, no
One thing I'ma do is chase that bread, fasho
[Outro]
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)